God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

To Restore Silence Is The Role Of Objects.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

It Sometimes Happens And Will Sometimes Happen Again That I Forget Who I Am And Strut Before My Eyes, Like A Stranger.

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant

I Pause To Record That I Feel In Extraordinary Form. Delirium Perhaps.